It’s been a long time since I’ve cringed so consistently at a film. It’s like someone watched the Usual Suspects, read a bit about the noir genre, and then got a shitload of money from their uncle to finish their first draft script.

Tatsuo Kusakabe: Trees and people used to be good friends. I saw that tree and decided to buy the house.

A movie that has the capability of being imaginative, cute, and fun when it sets out to be. The real issue, and perhaps this is a cultural difference, is that those moments were too few and far between, and the rest of the plot was far too sparse to hold it together.